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ee dads SEA teed £42 ,.2>); \.. APRIL} TSS 3: eee een PDP OU WOE Rs CAL Ar 1 ER, Xs. SIR JOHN. “| ae church bells of the little village of Elmsleigh, sheltered in its quiet Surrey nook, were calling people to service on Sunday morning. Mrs. Chandos-Fane, while dressing herself with extra- ordinary care, cast glances of unusual scrutiny at her daughter’s own attire. She suggested various youthful and airy additions, which the girl would not make. ‘Never mind, mother,” said Winifred good-humouredly. ‘It really does not matter how I look when youare by. You are elegant enough and pretty enough for both of us.” ‘“‘T hope I always look like a lady, my love,” said Mrs. Fane, con- templating herself virtuously in the glass. Nobody ever accused me of vanity, even when I was your age, although / did not affect to be indifferent to my appearance. But I confess I should like Sir John not to feel ashamed of his connections.” “‘T dare say poor old Sir John will hardly look at us, mamma.” Mrs. Chandos-Fane bridled. ‘‘ O/7/ Heisnotold, mylove. But since any allusion to your benefactor displeases you—yes, I call him so—I will not make it. I have no doubt Mark will suit you better.” With this, Mrs. Fane swam out of the room and the house, and Winifred silently followed. On reaching the church and sitting down, she guessed by the frequent turns of her mother’s head in what direction she was to look for the Hatherley party. But the service was on the very point of beginning before they appeared, and then Sir John was not with them. Only Mrs. Hatherley and her daughters, with Mark, Sir John’s son. Winifred, woman-like, looked at the latter first. He was a grave, handsome young man, who evidently did not wear his heart upon his sleeve, but looked, nevertheless, as though he had heart and brains VOL, XXXV. R EORnnicloooks (GO An